My Tree

My tree.
You may ask what it could be, 
could it be the largest sugar maple you’ve seen, 
or one that you’ve climbed in the past. 
The second one is my tree, 
the large oak tree that my sister and I climb, 
the one in the woods by the driveway. 
Why may this tree important to me, you may ask. 
Well, why should you know?
This is my tree after all, not yours.
But, I guess I can tell a bit more about this tree of mine.

This tree is very hard to see.
Covered in snow,
Dead, but alive.
What is alive in this tree you may ask?
Well it is dead, but it just looks that way to the normal eye.
There. You heard more about my tree, so now you may stop asking.

I see you're still asking about it, well.
I guess that I can tell a bit more about this tree.
Where was the one spot animals burrowed?
Under the tree.
The one place we chose to climb
On that tree's branches.

The tree we chose.
My tree,
Our tree,
The only tree.